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Louis pulls away from him slowly. He's shaking.
"Is that alright?" he asks quietly.
It makes Lestat laugh.
"Of course," he whispers back, and this time, he kisses Louis.
It's much different than kissing as a human; when you're human, it's heady and makes you breathless, yes, and that's good. Like this, though, the way they are? They're already breathless to start, a couple damned things sitting in the dark of Lestat's home, kissing hesitantly, and Louis is seeing stars.
He knows Lestat has had his share of intimacy since he turned, and had told Louis over and over how he wished he would indulge, have some fun for once, but even with Lestat's over-detailed recounts and the dreamy look he gets just talking about it, he never knew it'd be like this.
He understands why Lestat spends so much time out with young men and women at bars these days.
Lestat's hand moves to hold his face, and Louis shudders. Everything is a hundred thousand times more sensitive, and just his soft fingers along his cheek like this is something he could lose himself in.
He makes a noise from it, and Lestat pushes more. Closer to him, their chests nearly touching, just to kiss him harder than the light brush he'd allowed Louis.
If his eyes were open, they'd be rolled back.
"It's incredible, isn't it?" Lestat asks him, and his answer is given to him when Louis melts further into him from the feeling of Lestat's breath on him.
Lestat doesn't need an answer besides that, apparently, and kisses him again. His thumb's begun stroking his cheekbone as well, tracing from below his temple almost to his nose.
Louis leans back on Lestat's couch, hoping Lestat will follow him down.
He does.